When someone disappoint you, what would you do ? I know I'd be mad. Probably lose my trust, and swear on the name of my future dog that I would never put much high hopes, ever again. But, what'd you do if you're the one who's being such a disappointment ? I'll tell you what you'll feel. You'll feel this tall and nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, could make you feel better over the whole situation. Even all the more reason to drown yourself in your tears when it's someone who you love oh-so-much. You'll hope for forgiveness, and know things wouldn't be the same, yet you would want it. Know why? Because you only know how much he/she means to you when you're on the verge of losing them.
The weather is fucking with my mind. Only two hours ago we thought it was going to rain, and now I believe it'd melt my brain out if I'm out there. Anyway, I skipped responsibility, again and again. I already have books stacked up under my nose, waiting to be flipped through. The bed is ready to be jumped onto, too. So, I must bid farewell. 'Fore that though, have a nice f1 weekend. & nope, that didn't just go to me clyde only.
Have you ever want to cry so bad. because that's the only thing that'd make sense when your heart weighs of the heaviest rock available. because despite the ugliness of your heart and soul, you still do have a breakable heart. because there's nothing you could do to change the past unless mourn over it. Have you ever want to cry so bad knowing in the next second the beau you're crying over would get on with life and you'd mean nothing at all in a snap?
I'm tired of always being the one being distanced because my imperfection is repulsive. I swear I don't want to do this anymore. Sigh.
Macam faham, definitely
I remembered I have this jeans chucked somewhere inside one of the boxes that I was supposed to pass to salvation army, so I rummaged through the whole damned 4 boxes & ended up being happy because I could get hip and wear jeans like those, too. & guess what? I get to roll them up.
Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day. I like sipping hot coffee or gulping down juices, with toasted bread with skippy-strawberry jam on top or egg in between, or scrambled egg plus baked beans plus ham or even, tuna. Bowl of cereal in my favourite oatmilk/ banana milk would totally be great, too.
Internet is motherfucking back on- online shopping is on
[ We are born princes and the civilizing process makes us frogs ]
Holilday rocks my socks. Huge big mug of green tea with an access to everything around the world with one click on remote/ keypad. This is two thousand eight; we still ain't living underwater yet, but I'm loving how easy and practical technology makes life is.
